[Intro: MissingFactxr]
Certified hood classic
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Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
(MissingFactxr)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: MissingFactxr]
Lately, I've been feelin’ sick and tired
Of your nonsense, bitch
Never leave my crib cause we be grindin'
Till we gettin' rich
Rollin a blunt and
We dong give a fuck
About social norms
I’m on my shit
Cause my worst looks like your best
And I ain't even trying bitch
You be gettin' laced up
With laced bluns, you dumb bitch
Get ready, I am next up
I'm straight up, no cappin'
Makin these music
I'm chasin' my dreams
And I'm workin’ a lot to pay all of my bills
And I’m covered in ice
All that shit gives me chills
And pop out of nowhere
And I'm killin’ the scene
[Interlude: MissingFactxr & Gxner.]
Yeah, real trap shit (Yeah!)
It's a real trappa! What!?
Gang gang! Ah- [?]
Whoo, whoo! Yeah! [?]
(Your a goner.)

[Verse 2: Gxner.]
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